sweet treats

unholy grail

[midnightwrriting]

MAIN MASTERLIST

About me : I'm KC 20 she/they I love writing small scenes in my dr with characters and my oc. I'm constantly jumping fandoms. Love making random mood boards ♡♡

Four masterlists

Art donaldson m.list

Patrick zweig m.list

Art & Maya m.list

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I think Art would be the type to have a secret addiction

His addiction would be you. Patrick brought him to a strip club after his divorce with tashi, it was hell he couldnt function. But the second you got on stage god he was puppy again wagging his tail.

Every week like clockwork he would be there waiting with a big smile in the private room. Bringing you a gift, giving you money. He would ask about you "how are you? Is this week okay? No creeps right?"

His hands always on you he was desperate yet still so damn respectful. "Its okay honey I dont bite...unless you ask me to" you winked as you danced on him.

The first time it crossed the line was 3 months into him seeing you. He was a desperate little thing. He lost a game. He couldn't see that weekend and god seeing you was the only good thing he had.

With a long lap dance he tried not to but his hips kept rolling. "I'm i'm sorry....I just...ugh fuck....feels so good" he looked up at you like a desperate pup.

You smirked pushing your hips down. "It's okay go on you deserve it." He groaned so loud the music still thumping in the walls as his fingers dug in your hips.

After that night he got greedy. Every night bringing more and more cash just so he can have more of you.

"Just fucking take it please please oh fuck" his hips rocked into your hand as you were kneeled between his legs. "Just fucking use me i dont care i'll take anything" his whimpers made you smile.

He hated showing up the club too early and seeing you with other men. It made him frustrated but then the moment you'd come over he'd be begging for your touch your love. "I'm your number one right? He doesnt mean anything right? I pay more? No do you- I can pay more i will!"

He would leave the club happier than he came in.

Sometimes he just wants to take you home have you use him the proper way. His dreams were for you to hold him use him. Call him a failure. Remind him of what he lost and make him cry.

He'd do anything you say just to get those pretty little hands on him.

He would cancel plans on patrick just to see you walking on stage.

When he would go home his hand would be tightly wrapped around his dick thinking of how you looked in nothing but that skimpy outfit. How your ass moved while you danced on him. How your voice tickled his ear anytime you whispered empty nothings into his ear.

He whined at he felt that pleasure build. His hand pumping faster "oh fuck" he cursed. His hand tightened thinking of your lips wrapped around his tip the feeling of heaven he would say.

It always ended the same. Him cumming so hard he knocked the air out of himself.

'One day i'll have her' he thought.

And then come the end of the week he was back like he hadn't been waiting all week.

Art m.list

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Missing patrick in a make up s3x type of way.

I can just imagine when dating him both him and you are stubborn and hate to say "i'm sorry" when an argument has happened. So instead both of you take play in the silent treatment. You tend to do passive things you know he hates but you still pack his lunch, and his snacks for when hes on the road. While he'll also be passive by hiding your phone, your wallet, and sometimes even hiding your pillow so you're forced to use him.

A lot of the times when it get real bad another fight breaks out within ongoing one. "Patrick!" You yelled from the kitchen. "How many fucking times have I said not to leave your shit all over the fucking floor!" You stomp to the shared room just to find him getting out of the shower.

"Jesus chill alright i'll pick it up soon" he waved you off like some teen with his mother.

"No now! Go" your tone drops in anger. He doesnt move though.

Fighting with patrick was annoying but god the makeup sex would probably be worth it. Patrick is angry at a game he lost and you're angry with him. The apartment echoed again with voice shouting and blaming each other until he had enough of it.

"Jesus woman shut up" he grabbed your hip pulling you into his chest. The other hand holding your face as he smashed his lips into yours. He was demanding he was hungry.

"Mmm fuck...you...zweig" you mumble into his lips your knees already caving in.

"Yeah well you are about to" he picked you up setting you on the edge of the counter. His hands already pulling at your shorts and panties roughly. "All we fucking do is fight fight fight jesus fuck just shut up and let me fuck you" he was mumbling his thoughts out loud.

He didnt bother asking before he kneels down throwing your legs over his shoulders "wider" he demanded his lips immediately latching onto you. Your head tipped back as he sucked on your clit.

"Fuck patrick" you moaned out softly as your hand pulled his hair. When he was angry he's a munch. God he'd die eating you out if he could. His tongue diving in licking you up and down. His eyes met yours only for a moment. One hand let go out your thigh a finger teasing your entrance. "So fucking good" he mumbled.

By the time he was satisfied enough with eating you (2 orgasms later) he'd be freeing his dick. "Baby wait please give-" you tried pleading needing a moment.

He pulled your hips to the edge his hand stroking himself a few times. A lazy smirk "a break? Fuck no" he scoffed as he watched his tip slide up and down youe slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you and you'll say thank you and we'll be happy yeah?" His other hand held your face up so you were locking on his eyes. "Understand?" He asked again.

All you could do was whine "mmhh" you watched as he spit in his hand covering his dick and push in you. That gasp he always loved left your lips your legs squeezed around him.

"So tight oh fuck" he chuckled lowly his head falling onto your shoulder. His hips already moving at a steady pace.

"Always fucking fighting yelling at me. The moment I give you my fucking dick you shut up hm? That's all you need? Real fucking rich" his hand reach for your face again holding it tighter he had that stupid smirk you loved so much.

His hips sped up. Your moans mixed with his drowned the reasons you were fighting earlier. "Fuck please please" your eyes rolled back a bit.

By the end when he came deep in you and was satisfied enough he kept himself inside you. "Mm fuck baby" he kissed your jaw as you both caught your breath. "Fucking love you" he met your lips for a slow kiss.

"Yeah love you too asshole" you mumbled back. A soft hiss came after as he pulled himself out.

And just like that you and him were back on speaking terms.

Patrick m.list

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i know your patrick oral fixation fic is kinda old now but i need more i’m yearning

It's well known about Patrick's 0ral fixation, and sometimes he became needy with it.

You'd be doing homework late at his desk, hours have gone by, and he comes home tired and just wants you. He's never shy to hide when he wants you.

Immediately feeling him behind you, he'd latch to your neck, biting hard. "Ahh, patrick," you groaned in pain, being caught off guard. "Sorry baby," he would then kiss the sore spot.

Give it fifteen minutes, and he's on the floor between your legs, biting his way up your thighs. He doesn't care if you aren't paying attention he just needs to taste your skin.

You'd pet him as he sucked on your skin. His tongue lapping your skin, tugging even. Teeth marks and dark purple spots are already showing.

Another time when you'd be reading and he was half asleep he'd pull your shirt up not bothering to ask and latch his mouth around your chest immediately sucking. "You okay?" You voice was soft and filled with concern your ran ran through his hair as if you were petting him.

"Mmhh" he closed his eyes sucking harder. Your eyes watched his lips

"Just need me?" Your voice was soft as a whisper.

"Mmhh," he buried his face into your chest more his hand groping your other breast.

You'd continue reading like he isn't even there.

When you two would be intimate, he'd bite down so hard sometimes like he wants to eat you. "Fuck" your moan echoed in his room. His mouth pulling at the flesh.

"Need to have you all" his lips dragged on your skin. You felt his teeth graze you as he bit you again.

He'd have too much fun sometimes leaving a heart on your chest or stomach formed of hickeys.

Or when you'd just been sitting with him cuddling he would kiss your jaw then bite, moving up and biting your cheek. "Ahh no I don't need your teeth marks on my face" you tried to sound stern but you laughed instead.

"No, you need them everywhere, baby," he smirked, attacking you some more.

One drunken night, it somehow happened finally. Art joined you and him, and you knew how bad it was gonna be.

Patrick wouldn't stop biting Art. Any skin he saw he bit down. "It's okay," she rubbed Art's arm, "just let him." partick was a greedy bastard.

You sat watching for some time as they discovered each other. Eventually with no warning patrick took Art's cock into his mouth. God, it was a mess. With Art's loud moaning and Patrick drooling all over him, you'd never seen him like this.

Patrick was getting off on just sucking Art off. Your hand ran through his hair. "That's it baby keep going." Your voice soothed him more as he kept going.

Partick m.list

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Patrick is the type to give cvm covered strawberries as a joke from a drunk conversation he had with you, but when he gave them to you he didn't fully expect you to actually eat them.

He came in it was close to valentines day but he had a match away from home so he wanted to surprise you early.

"So, like, you know how last night we joked about food covered in our....well." he was laying on your bed with you on his lap his hands rubbed your thighs.

"I do...you were very giggly about it" your hands softly rubbed his chest.

"Well i uhhhh I did it" he sat up and held your waist. Your eyebrows shot up in shock.

"You what?" He pulled dyou off him and walked to his mini fridge.

"It's stupid yeah but you know it's you....and god i love you....and I'm gonna be away on valentines day" he was mumbling nonsense nervous to really give it to you.

Taking out of his hands, a sticky note on the top of the container read 'Happy valentines Day, baby'. Looking up, you smiled. "Zweig, are you getting sappy on me"

He smiled and came back to you on the bed. "Open it," he urged.

Rolling your eyes the container popped with a soft sound as the lid came off. Inside was a few strawberries with white cream. "Patrick" you groan and chuckled.

"Pleaseee just eat one," he looked up at you with doe eyes his tone soft and whimpering. "Just one baby" his hands rubbed your thighs.

You couldn't help but love the view "just one?" You asked.

His fingers tightened, "yeah just one baby" he zoned in on your fingers reaching into the container. "for me" his own tongue licking his lips as a whine slipped out.

your fingers picked up the strawberry and you looked up at him "you excited?" your lips formed a smirk. you saw that zoned out look on him.

"fuck yes" his fingers dug more into your thighs.

taking the strawberry you lifted it to your lips slowly wrapping them around it. "oh fuck" patrick groaned he could feel his pants get tighter.

you took the bite humming at the sweet taste of the berry amd the mix of patrick. "fuck baby" patricck just kept repeating the same things.

"jesus" "you're so god damn hot" "fuck keep eating it baby"

you didn't break eye contact once which made him moan even more. before you knew it he had the container ripped from your hands and was on top of you pinning you to the bed.

Patrick m.list

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Patrick 1000% has an oral fixation.

You didn't know about it, but there were hints. He'd chew on his straws from his drinks. He had small bit marks on his hands when he's stressed. His tennis racket would even have small teeth marks in the tape. His pencils always were chewed up in school.

When he got with you, there was more for him to bite, to suck. Most nights, he would literally just latch onto her neck it was comforting to him.

His lips kissed and sucking on your skin. He would taste you and moan knowing only he got to do this. When he lets your be dom in the bedroom, you always start with forcing your fingers in his mouth. He can simply get off on that, "Look at you taking my fingers so well" her lips grazed his ear as you whispered to him.

He would beg you to ride him while he sucked your fingers. You never minded it, but you always noticed when he came harder because of it. Pushing your fingers as far as they can go, making him gag.

Taking them out, he would whine begging for them back. "Nono please please" smiling over him as you bounced, you'd slap his face a few times, "beg more"

Even during non sexual times, he will literally sit there sucking on your fingers.

You make jokes about inviting art to bed so that Patrick has something big to actually suck and he sat up like a little kid, "Don't mess with. Are you serious?"

He wouldn't drop having art joining you two until it actually happened.

Patrick m.list

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I'm thinking of this man being a big muncher. Not even 5 minutes back to the hotel room, and he's hurting as his boxer rubs against his tip. Pushing you back onto the bed, already pulling at your tennis skirt. "Fuck, god you looks so good there. Need a taste right now. " he would whine seeing how wet you already are.

Kissing your thighs praising you thanking you in the most pathetic way possible. His body dry humping the bed "so so so god damn beautiful so..." a moan ripping from his throat would stop him. Drool already on his chin from him pulling his lip into his mouth.

Not wasting another moment he would dive in like this was his last meal. Moaning and humming like a starved man. His hands held your legs apart as his tongue worked into you. His nose brushing your clit at the right speed.

His hips would be grinding into the mattress repeatedly. He gets off on eating you out. Even if you'd had enough, he doesn't stop. He's devoted to you, and eating you until he dies is what he will do.

Knowing you were close to coming makes him close. He's literally shaking as he works you, his fingers digging into your thighs and his hips grinding hard against the bed.

He would come so hard in his boxers after you came on his face. Pulling up, he looked at you with such pathetic eyes, "So good." he would give soft kisses and couldn't help but dive back in and start again

Art m.list

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Excuse me? 🎀🎾

You look like you love me......

Love struck m.list

"Excuse me, you look like you love me"

It's been months since Maya and Art started to become friends, and things have been building.

They were in his car when her favorite song came on. Her little southern accent came out as she started singing. He glanced at her as he drove that small smirk on his lips as he watched her sing.

"You look like you want me to want you to come on home"

Her hands hit her leg as she tapped to the beat. Art couldn't help but blush hearing her sing. She had a beautiful voice and he loved it. Especially when her accent came out.

They were at a stop light when she did a little dance in the seat. She glanced at him every now and then. Her hair fell around her softly as she moved. Art smiled, watching her feeling his heart fill with so much warmth.

"And baby, I don't blame you for looking me up and down across this room"

She leaned over, singing to him. It was her favorite thing to do. Yes, they were friends, but her singing this song meant other things to her.

She laughed lightly with art as they made eye contact. The light turns green, letting him keep driving. His ears still filled with her soft voice, and her little twang could still be heard.

"And you think to yourself, I could use some of that"

She let her eyes linger on art as he drove a soft smile on her lips, and she took his features in.

The song ended and she turned the volume back down. "Wow, beautiful beautiful" Art chuckled with a smile.

"What can I say it's a good song," she said with a shrug and a proud smile.

Art glanced at her as she looked out the window "yeah it is"

Art thought of the lyrics that lingered in his head....what he though of her....

"When then cute little country girl caught my eye....she was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen in a pair of boots"

He did a quick glance at her seeing her boots on. The lyrics fit a little too well, which makes his heart melt. How he wished he could reach out for her and tell her all his love for her.

While Maya looked out the window, smiling to herself as she in a way sang her heart to art without telling him directly. She was okay with that for the moment but didn't know how much longer she could last as 'just friends'

Art and his little country girl ♡

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Maya's camera roll

while being friends with Art 🎀🎾

Love struck m.list 🎀🎾

She loved taking pictures of everything. Even if it looked pointless it meant something to her.

She would have so many photos of art just so she could learn how to draw him. She also have many with him and Patrick together when he came to visit him.

She had many photos of her cat lucky. He was her child, and she loved that lucky loved art because he usually never liked anyone but her.

"That's crazy that he likes you" she said as she laid on her couch and he sat in her chair. Art looked up from the cat with a smirk.

"Guess that's your sign to keep me around" he joked but meant it. She could only smile and feel jealousy at lucky showing art love and not her.

"So not fair," she huffed, walking to the kitchen. Art laughed and kept holding the cat.

A lot of times, she would show her friends photo of art so they knew who she was talking about. Over time, she started realizing she might have liked him, which scared her because she didn't want to ruin the friendship.

Needed to post more love struck things ♡

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Arts Camera Roll 🎀🎾

How Art's camera looks like before Maya and him start dating. The beginning of their friendship.

Love struck m.list 🎀🎾

For the first few weeks, Maya and Art became friends they only ever met to study. Art was too nervous to ask her to hang out outside of studying, and Maya just never realized. They slowly started to text more, creating jokes and moments outside class and studying.

Art would ask if she'd like to join him at the tennis court while he practiced. She'd sit off to the side, either reading or drawing. They would bump into each other at school events. The football game was the usual school events he would see her with her friends, always waving at her.

At some point, he saw her walking down the stairs in the stadium as he walked up. "Maya, hey," see locked eyes with him smiling sweetly. "Oh art hi," he could never get tired of hearing his name from her lips. "How are you enjoying the game?" She tucked piece of hair behind her ear. "It's good, good. How about you?" She felt herself blush as she tired to play it cool.

As the friendship grew, Maya grew comfortable to invite him over to her place. Then, to her favorite art museum, it was always a fun time with him. Filled with laughter and jokes, light touches, and lingering looks. One of Art's favorite things is to sneak photos of her when she isn't looking, then look back at them blushing like a little kid. Patrick always teases him for it but loves seeing him so giddy.

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Love Struck Masterlist

Art Donaldson x oc Maya Smith 🎀🎾

Maya's aesthetic and facts about her

Art and Maya meeting officially

Art and Maya dating moodboard

Art's camera roll during friendship

Maya's camera roll during friendship

Excuse me....

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Art Donaldson Masterlist

Finding out Art's secret

After match activities

Muncher

Addiction

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Patrick Zweig Masterlist

Patrick needing you

Fixation prt 2

strawberry treats

Solutions

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Maya's aesthetic 🎀🎾

She's majoring in art and music.

She's known as a weird girl a little into underground music, art, and styles. She collects random little things, making her apartment look like a grandma's place. She likes the grunge style but also the cute girl aesthetic.

She's witty, sarcastic, sweet, caring, and honest. She likes to people watch on campus and draw them in her sketch book. She wouldn't admit it, but she drew Art a few times before they met.

She works at a bookstore she loves her job, and she loves helping people find books and / or recommending books she always has at least two books with her.

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I'm going to make a master list for all my blurbs and one shots for my other fics. Utterly in love with moodboards ♡

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Maya and Art first study session/meeting

Art looked over in the library, seeing a familiar pale face, a girl from his math class sitting with her head in her hands, seeming frustrated and angry. He slowly walked up to her nervously. "Hey, excuse me?" His voice soft and raspy from the hours of studying.

She looks up seeing the blonde boy. He wore a standford hoodie with tennis team written under it and black shorts. "Hi?" She says, wondering what he needed.

"I saw you were struggling, and well, I'm in the same class as you. I've seen you in there before and thought I could offer you help, " he stammered over his words, his nerves getting the best of him.

Maya smiles, leaning onto the table more than before, her red hair falling onto the desk due to its length. "How do you know I was struggling with math. I could've been struggling with something else, " she says, wanting to mess with him. Art didn't know how to respond, now feeling like he was being a creep. He rubbed the back of his neck for a second, finding words before she spoke up again. "I'm kidding. It is math," she pauses, smiling and watching as he smiles himself. "I would love your help." Her voice is so soft and sweet like a sugary snack late at night.

Art chuckled at her comment, then pulled the seat out that was in front of her. "Great," pausing for a moment to get his things back out. "I'm Art, by the way." he reaches out a hand. She smiles, taking his "I know." she has a soft smirk on her lips. Making him blush.

"I'm Maya," her voice playful and still smooth. Art returns her playful smirk. "I know." they share a look before Art gets pulled back to reality, reaching for his notebook he spoke up. "So where do you need my help?" She smiles, looks down, flips through her notebook.

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I think I'm going to start posting blurbs from my oc and art 🎀🎾

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My OC (maya) moodboard while dating Art Donaldson 🎀🎾

They met in the first year of college in a math class, Maya had trouble with the course, and Art offered to tutor her.

After months of helping her and hanging out, he asked her out. She said yes! Art was so happy and planned a beautiful night.

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can you write about reader and patrick finding porn on arts laptop or phone and it js being a bunch of different guys calling girls mommy and stuff like that. reader and patrick then make it their mission to get him subby enough to say it and when he does he’s so embarrassed, reader is nice abt it and finds it cute and hot but patrick is mean abt it even tho he also finds it so hot 😮‍💨

I really like the idea of art being all submissive it makes me giggle.

Warnings : 18 + threesome, fingering (f receiving) mommy kink, handjob... I think that's all?

Patrick zweig x fem reader x Art Donaldson

Patrick and you were borrowing Art's laptop for some random reason. Art was at his last class of the day. You rested into Patrick's side as he snooped. "What are you doing" your voice laced with questioning. "Just seeing what our boy Art has been up to" he types some websites and quickly links are being pulled up. His iconic smirk laid on his face. "there we go" he clicked a video Art had visited often.

In the video it was a blonde guy submitting to some girls. Begging, whines and crying out. "Mommy please" could be heard on the speaker. "Holy shit" You laugh out of shock. "Now we see what our little man is into" Patrick clicks on other videos and the same thing happening.

You and Patrick sat there for twenty minutes finding everything Art had booked mark. "We need to get this little shit to call you mommy" Patrick looks at you with his smirk. Your stomach turned at the idea of him calling you mommy. You knew he was submissive but didn't know how far it went.

At that moment the door opens and Art walks in. You watch him as Patrick quickly turns everything off setting the laptop to the side. "Hey" you softly spoke. Art was tired so he had fallen onto the bed between you and Patrick. His arms hung over the both of you. "Someone have a hard day" Patrick teased. He started laughing see art smash his face into your lap. Your hand in his hair.

"We can make you feel better" Patrick leans down to the blonde ear. Earning a moan from him. "Want us to make you feel good?" You ask softly squeezing his back. "Please" Art mumbles out. Patrick looks at you and smirks "do it" he mouths.

Art moves so he's facing up. You lean forward and grab Patrick's face kissing him. He grabs your throat holding you, his tongue danced in your mouth. Spit mixing together. Art watched below whining, feeling his short get tighter as he felt his dick twitch. Patrick groaned into your mouth when his dick twitched as well.

Your hand laid on Art's chest slowly inching down. Now on his stomach, pushing his shirt up lightly. His hips buckled when he felt your fingertips on his skin. You broke from the kiss with Patrick. "You like that?" You asked he only nodded his head. His hips buckled into nothing. His pants rubbing on his creating friction. "Yes yes" Patrick smirks looking at art fall into your trap. He grabs his face turning him to him  leaning down he meets the blonde boys lips. Your hand run down Art's pants palming him through his underwear. He moans into the kiss with Patrick. "Feel good huh?" Patrick says in-between the kiss. Art breaks the kiss to look at you biting his lip as your hand grasps him.

Patrick leans back palming himself as he watches you tease art. "Go slow" he demands. You look up at him with a smirk, you match his pace as he places his hands in his pants. "Please I- I need more" Art voice is broken and whiney already.

"You want more?" You loom over him throwing a leg over him. Patrick follows you sitting right behind you over art. "Come on beg for it" his hands run over your body as he looks at Art.

You lift your legs up pulling Art's shorts down Patrick throwing them across the room. Your moth waters seeing Art's dick. All hard and wet for you. "Please y/n please" you took him your hand his hips buckled pushing you and Patrick up.

Your breath hitched as you felt Patrick take a hand and push your shorts aside. His fingers tracing your entrance. "Stay focused" he said sternly. Your head fall back for a minute as you squeeze art in your hand. "You like my fingers huh? Such a slut" you moan out grinding your hips.

Art grips your hips watching you and Patrick his dick twitching in your hand as you run it up and down him. Both you and Patrick look at art smirks on your face making art whimper. He feels his body trembling at the sight of you both. The pleasure in his stomach building up, he was close, everyone could tell.

Patrick speeds up his fingers the feeling of you squeezing him makes him groan out. "That's right ride them" you look at art moaning. "Beg me to cum" you lean forward your hips grinding into Patrick's hand.

Art looks at you with pleading eyes. "Please please y/n let me cum I'll do anything" His chest falls up and down his body craving the release. "That's no good enough" you hiccup your words feeling your own release. "Beg me" your voice sharp and airy.

Arts hip buckled up once more throwing his head back he snaps. "Please mommy please let me cum I'll be good mommy" he's so lost in his head, feeling your hand pump him he doesn't realize what he said. Patrick leans into your ear. "Let him cum"

You and him both pick up the pace art let's out a loud moan. His dick twitches in your hand as he comes. Patrick grabs Art's face making him look at you as he does. "That's right cum for mommy" he smirks as he makes you cum right after Art.

It's quiet for a moment as you and Art come down from your high. Patrick removes his hand from your shorts bringing his fingers to his mouth he groans at the taste then looks at Art. "Mommy" he says. Art looks at him his face flushed with embarrassment.

"I didn't I didn't-" art starts to stutter his words feeling like he shouldn't have said it. Your eyes meet his "shhh it's okay you're okay" you cup his face and lightly kiss him. Patrick watches you rolling his eyes. "Oh don't puppy him. He might like it too much" he laughs at himself. You snack him but turn back to Art. "You did so good for me" you coo him he leans into your touch feeling better knowing you aren't mad about it.

Patrick moves to lay next to art and smiles. "That's was hot though" everyone smiles and looks at each other the room feels hot. Everyone already ready for some more.